The Players battling the Genestealers suddenly felt a tremor rising from deep underground. It was not the ordinary roar of artillery fire, but a low, immense hum, as though the planet's core itself were groaning. Then came an ear-splitting rumble from the ground, swelling rapidly as it drew closer before finally becoming a blazing white pillar of light that shot into the sky!
The night was completely torn apart in that instant. The pitch-black heavens were dyed a blinding pure white by the eruption of light, as if daylight had arrived in an instant. At the center of the beam, an orange-red mushroom cloud expanded and rose at a horrifying speed, casting everything beneath its shadow. Then, an invisible force swept over them with the force of mountains and seas.
The gale carried the scorching stench of gunpowder, roaring across the battlefield like an enraged beast and throwing the Players off their feet. All they could hear was the shriek of the wind and the scream of metal fragments. Rubble and dust were swept into the sky, forming a ring-shaped shockwave that spread in every direction.
When the light began to fade and the wind gradually died down, the Players struggled back to their feet, only to discover in surprise that the Genestealers—once orderly, balanced in attack and defense, and without a single weakness—had fallen into unprecedented chaos. Sharp, piercing shrieks rose and fell, filled with inhuman terror and pain.
Some had bloodshot eyes and attacked every living thing around them in a frenzy, whether friend or foe. Claws tore, fangs bit, and the sight of them slaughtering one another was horrifying. Others threw down their weapons, screamed in terror, twisted their bodies, and fled for their lives without a care for formations or orders. The Genestealers' position instantly became